The bones do not forget

So we are getting through our first cold as a family. Liam has a solid case of the sniffles, daddy has already gotten over his measly sore throat and as per usual I have contracted bronchitis for the 10 millionth time.

So saturday night while I struggled to breathe on the couch - my pelvis reminded me that though I may have conveniently forgotten the pain of labour, it had not. In my weakened, exhausted state my bones reminded me exactly what the crushing, aching and grinding sensations of the early stages of my labour were like.